Not only that but my iron is on the blink, quite literally on the blink.... the red light keeps winking at me like its got some nervous squint and the bursts of steam are vicious then dribbly and fatal.
I changed the fuse and I wibbled the wobble but it still fires up and shuts down sporadically like a drunk having a flash back ... fires up and shuts down, spits hot vicious vapour and then dribbles. It dribbled orange coloured water onto NUMBER FOUR having just finished it at 11pm this evening.
Finished it?
Finished it!?
You must be joking you LOON.
You cant have finished it ... it is your whole being ... your whole self ... your life... your love ... IT WILL NEVER BE FINISHED.
YOU WILL NEVER FINISH.
YOU ARE ALWAYS ALWAYS GOING TO BE ON A SEWING MACHINE.
IT IS YOUR DESTINY.
Surely you can add another shardy gold twiglet here and a sequin there and a incy wincy money spider sized anal bit of feathery wispy silver star dust there .. just there... THERE!!!!
(SHE said from the other side of the room with her eagle eyes fixated on one corner that wasn't quite as pleasing as it SHOULD BE) THERE by the twig where the thread has slightly come undone on that ANNOYING gold fabric that you insist on using although its like putting plastic ham in a granary roll and it keeps flopping out and going fuzzy and crinkled and its TASTELESS RUBBISH!
MENTAL BREAK DOWN HERE.
(Said in a Northern Irish accent)
WHATever next I ask myself.
"Whatever next Luiji?! Huh!"
NUMBER FIVE.
That's whats next .... AGHHHHHHHHHH. Number Five.
What on earth is Number FIVE anyway... What doesit matter this number FIVE!
SCHMIVE. SNIVE. FLIVE. PLIVE. CLIVE.
Night night Folklets.
I changed the fuse and I wibbled the wobble but it still fires up and shuts down sporadically like a drunk having a flash back ... fires up and shuts down, spits hot vicious vapour and then dribbles. It dribbled orange coloured water onto NUMBER FOUR having just finished it at 11pm this evening.
Finished it?
Finished it!?
You must be joking you LOON.
You cant have finished it ... it is your whole being ... your whole self ... your life... your love ... IT WILL NEVER BE FINISHED.
YOU WILL NEVER FINISH.
YOU ARE ALWAYS ALWAYS GOING TO BE ON A SEWING MACHINE.
IT IS YOUR DESTINY.
Surely you can add another shardy gold twiglet here and a sequin there and a incy wincy money spider sized anal bit of feathery wispy silver star dust there .. just there... THERE!!!!
(SHE said from the other side of the room with her eagle eyes fixated on one corner that wasn't quite as pleasing as it SHOULD BE) THERE by the twig where the thread has slightly come undone on that ANNOYING gold fabric that you insist on using although its like putting plastic ham in a granary roll and it keeps flopping out and going fuzzy and crinkled and its TASTELESS RUBBISH!
MENTAL BREAK DOWN HERE.
(Said in a Northern Irish accent)
WHATever next I ask myself.
"Whatever next Luiji?! Huh!"
NUMBER FIVE.
That's whats next .... AGHHHHHHHHHH. Number Five.
What on earth is Number FIVE anyway... What doesit matter this number FIVE!
SCHMIVE. SNIVE. FLIVE. PLIVE. CLIVE.
Night night Folklets.
Hello Louise, Love your posts, fingers crossed for the iron and the sewing machine (and your sanity!) that they make it through number five. Can't wait to see your pieces, at Collect! Sally x
ReplyDeleteThanks Sally!
DeleteMy Mother says ' You dont half go on!' so any positive feedback is great ... thanks! :)
Hi Louise, always popping in to see how the work is coming along, can't wait to see #4, and of course #5, no pressure.
ReplyDeleteHope you've something relaxing planned for the end of May, think you'll deserve a break. Purple damask wall??? Nice touch. Brid
Ha Ha ... No pressure Brid! UAaaghhh. :/
ReplyDeleteNice to hear from you .. your comments help keep me going. Cant wait for the end of May and yes I have some serious merriment planned and some sunshine.
Purple damask is my idea of hell.
x
HaHa! I love the picture- I can imagine you rocking in a corner of your studio, dark rings circling your wild staring eyes!!!!
ReplyDeleteHope you get a chance to lie down dreaming of beautiful expanses of white wall!